The economy here is great, the people are diverse and friendly, there’s plenty of awesome entertainment, and the weather is…
Well, the weather is decent, yet a bit all over the place. Just two weeks ago I encountered 4 different seasons in the same hour. Literally, it snowed, then it was mild, then it was hot and sunny, then it cold fairly cold again.
Despite the fact we actually live in the Nashville city limits, only 12.2 miles from downtown, until this past Saturday, we’ve never actually taken you to Broadway, where all the “Nashvegas” action happens.
Mommy had found out about a free puppet show going on at the downtown library. She had me at “free.”
Two of your friends from school, and their parents, met us there for the excitement.
You got to witness your very first puppet show; it was a Native American tale called Sky Bear.
That actually was the first time I myself had seen a marionette-style puppet show.
Next, you and your friends made your way to the big window and saw “the Batman building” in the background.
Lucky for you, one of your friends’ parents suggested we check out the candy store on Broadway, called Savannah’s Candy Kitchen.
As you and your friends walked hand in hand, you were able to see many Nashvegas wonders… like a pink school bus, a convertible limo, and some kind of weird man-powered trolley in which over a dozen people peddled sideways to make the thing go… called Sprocket Rocket.
Yeah, because that’s apparently what’s normally going on during a typical Saturday morning at 11:23 on Broadway in Nashville.
Amidst all the exotic sights and sounds, we eventually reached our destination. I’m very familiar with the saying, “like a kid in the candy store.” Well, that was you and your friends.
You ended up with a bag full fully of jelly beans. Your friend Madison chose a giant lollipop… and it only cost $3.50.
It was quite an eventful morning. Of course, by noon, it was time for all three 3 year-olds to head home for lunch and nap.
You’re a lucky boy. You got to experience the splendor of downtown Nashville, accompanied by two of the cutest brunettes you know.
I’ve always had this idea for a Saturday Night Live skit, in which a group of adults speak dialogue based on the previously recorded conversations of young children.
It could potentially be hilarious, as 3 year-old such as yourself come up with some off-the-wall stuff without even trying.
Yesterday when I picked you up from school, you informed me that before we left, you needed to pick out a prize from the treasure box, since your daily report indicated you were well-behaved and took your nap.
As we looked inside the treasure box, there were stickers, actions figures based on the KinderCare mascot, and Dum Dum lollipops.
While I’ve established myself as the most hard-core dad in a 50 mile radius when it comes to preaching the evils of kids eating petroleum-based food dyes, I give you some grace when it comes to special treats you get at school; especially when it’s a very small amount, and based on good behavior.
Last week you got to try your first Dum Dum, which was sour apple flavored: You called it “sour green.”
Yesterday you chose a brown Dum Dum. With joy, as I was carrying you out the door as we left, you proclaimed: “Daddy, maybe it’s a sour brown one!”
I couldn’t stop laughing. You didn’t know what I thought was so funny, but you joined in the laughter.
The concept of “sour brown” is… Willy Wonka-ish.
“Sour” and “brown” are such an odd match.
Seeing that you had such an open mind on the subject, I didn’t tell you which flavor the brown Dum Dum actually was; I wanted to get your natural take on it.
“Daddy, this sour brown one is peanut butter… Daddy, it doesn’t sound good. I don’t like it.”
Interesting. I could see how peanut butter could taste like root beer, to a 3 year-old.
However, you weren’t completely convinced that the brown Dum Dum was actually sour brown or peanut butter, so you asked me to be sure.
I figured that trying to explain to you what root beer was would be too confusing, so I just told you it was soda flavored. Your response:
“Daddy, soda isn’t healthy. I don’t like the way it sounds.”
I now realize you haven’t learned the word “tastes” yet; you use “sounds” instead.
So basically, when it’s all said and done, sour brown is the new peanut butter, and you don’t like the way that sounds.
It is no secret by now thatThe Lego Movie is what all the kids on the playground are talking this week.
Well, actually, with it being so cold, I guess it’s what they’re all talking about as they’re inside… playing with Legos.
I catch myself singing the theme song, “Everything Is Awesome” as I’m driving you to school in the morning.
You protest, “No, Daddy, no!”
Then you immediately sing the song under your breath instead.
I feel like “Everything Is Awesome” is becoming a meme:
A meme (/ˈmiːm/; meem) is “an idea, behavior, or style that spreads from person to person within a culture.” A meme acts as a unit for carrying cultural ideas, symbols, or practices that can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals, or other imitable phenomena. Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes in that they self-replicate, mutate, and respond to selective pressures.
Anyone who has seen The Lego Movie can hear another person sing those three words and automatically, they just have to laugh…
Because that means that both of those people are “in the know.” It’s as if to say, “Hey, you were at the movie theatre last weekend with your kid too, for the same reason as me.”
Granted, there is the other hugely popular kids’ movie still at the theatre: Frozen.
More relevant is the sing-a-long edition.
Well, the plan is, actually, now that you’ve proven you can handle sitting through 23 minutes of movie previews, then a 90 minute movie, we’re planning on taking you to see Frozen this weekend while Nonna and Papa are in town.
I learned two things from our experience last weekend when I took you to go see The Lego Movie:
Number one: At 38 inches tall and weighing 33 pounds, you’re not quite big enough to sit in the movie theatre seat, without your legs hovering to the level of your face. So after the previews were over, you sat in my lap.
With being said, it has been established (by you) that you want to switch between sitting on Nonna and Papa’s lap for Frozen this weekend.
So in other words, when looking for seats in the theatre, I don’t have to look for a seat for you. And as we both know, even though we were there early last week, we just barely found seats.
Number two: Though the matinee started at 5:00 (5:23 after previews) and therefore, you got to bed later that night than usual, the matinee was worth the change in your normal schedule. The matinee was basically half the price it would have been for any other time.
So what I am saying is, I’m not opposed to us going to the movies more often, if for the two us, it only costs a total of 10 bucks.
Seriously, the older you get, the more fun parenting is becoming. I like this groove.
I’m starting to believe, that truly, everything is awesome!
This week as we are preparing your Valentine’s cards for your classmates.
As Mommy was writing out your cards for your friends, helping you figure out who gets which Disney-themed message along with a special snack treat, you decided that you wanted your own Valentine’s card.
So Mommy wrote one to you, from you.
But that wasn’t enough. You wanted two.
And so then Mommy wrote one to you, from her and me.
For the past couple of days now, you have been carrying both of them around with you everywhere you go. One of them has the dog from Up, while the other has the mice from Ratatouille.
You refer to them has your “tickets.” (I’m pretty sure you’re referring the movie, The Polar Express, by the way.)
For the past two days as I’ve taken you into your classroom at school, you have insisted on carrying in your “dog ticket” and your “mouse ticket,” then carefully placing them in your cubby for the day.
They are your self-assigned tickets.
You feel the need to always have them with you, as if Tom Hanks is going to prevent you from passing through any given entry point if you don’t have your “dog ticket” accessible for him to use the hole-punch on, to eventually spell out a special word for you.
Whatever the rules are, you’ve written them in your head, leaving me to observe them through your consistent and quirky habits.
This Friday for Valentine’s Day, you’ll be receiving cards from your friends, and plenty of treats too. However, you better make sure you have your dog ticket and your mouse ticket.
You might need them in order to be able to eat the candy that will come with those cards. I hear Tom Hanks is pretty particular about that…